This is a song about "Wolves hunting"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I was the sheep and them the wolves.

Am like wolves like battling dogs but

I don't really give a fuck

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

So when the dealers came hunting i had no place to hide

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

Throwing faggots to the wolves y'all niggas is some cannon fodder

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

At the bank of braavos is where i'm hunting funding